Yeah
I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (bah)
I can't f*ck with none of these lames, they all fuckin' lie (what?)
Bitch, you know this get insane, you could fuckin' die (yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah)
I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with this grease, I'm serving Five Guys
You ain't got [Fm7]no ɾacks, ain't got [Fm7]no bags, you [A7can't even f*ck with us, ah
You ain't got [Fm7]your swag, ain't got [Fm7]no bags, you [A7can't even f*ck with us, ah
They some haters, they ain't fuckin' with the mob, ah
Bitch, you [A7broke, that ain't with me, it's not my [A]job, nah
All my [A]money do a jump and [Bm]do a job (lil' jump), ah
When you [A7pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stɾetch him (bah-bah-bah)
All my [A]pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming, ah
How you [A7know 'bout all [Em]this shit? Man, you [A7a fuckin' spy (what?)
We got [Fm7]mob ties, baby, got [Fm7]a felon
Fuckin' on [C7]your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in (go)
Bitch, I get the head, I get her melon
Ridin' 'round the city like [F]a demon, like [F]a villain
Bitch, I take these Percocets all [Em]day, I ain't got [Fm7]no feeling
Ridin' in a Double-R Tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling
Ooh, yeah, hey, walkin' in the building, I'ma gon' pull it up
We been up all [Em]day, I'm off Adderall [Em](okay)
He just pulled up in a Lamb', no, I'm not your friend (f*ck 'em)
Fuckin' on [C7]your thot, fuckin' on [C7]your friend (f*ck 'em)
I can't f*ck with nobody that's not my [A]best friend (not my [A]friend)
I just bought a brand [Bm]new chain, a brand [Bm]new necklace, yeah
Ridin' in a Bentley, ɾidin' in a turn
I can't fuckin' with nobody, I'm standin' firm
I just took a Percocet, I took a crank, I'm insane
Yeah
I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (bah)
I can't f*ck with none of these lames, they all [Em]fuckin' lie (what?)
Bitch, you [A7know this get insane, you [A7could fuckin' die (yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got [Fm7]frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah)
I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with this grease, I'm serving Five Guys
You ain't got [Fm7]no ɾacks, ain't got [Fm7]no bags, you [A7can't even f*ck with us, ah
You ain't got [Fm7]your swag, ain't got [Fm7]no bags, you [A7can't even f*ck with us, ah
They some haters, they ain't fuckin' with the mob, ah
Bitch, you [A7broke, that ain't with me, it's not my [A]job, nah
All my [A]money do a jump and [Bm]do a job (lil' jump), ah
When you [A7pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stɾetch him (bah-bah-bah)
All my [A]pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming, ah
How you [A7know 'bout all [Em]this shit? Man, you [A7a fuckin' spy (what?)
We got [Fm7]mob ties, baby, got [Fm7]a felon
Fuckin' on [C7]your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in (go)
